tourism for the lazy

when you walk outside
your door today think
of yourself as a tourist

in my neighborhood on the corner
you’re likely to see
a shopping cart cock-eyed
over a drainage grate

or a pile of white bricks merging
into rubble pushed up
against rust-colored
planks that pass
for a fence

when finished with your run
and walking
a woman with a raspy voice
missing tooth too much
make-up and kinda sexy
will turn without hesitation to say
“really working up a sweat today”
then turn back
to her junk-covered

and as you get
closer to home observe
a woman with curdled thighs
telling her son who has been
throwing a football
in the middle of the road
with his friend and now lies
on the expansive hood
of an old pontiac
that she loves him as
she must do
from the sound of it each time
she climbs
into her huge white
shiny pick-up


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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2 Responses to tourism for the lazy

  1. Lorem Ipsum says:

    This is a really good poem, filled with sharp observational wit and humane humor. I liked it a lot.

  2. Thank you, L.I. I really appreciate it. I enjoyed reading some your poems as well.

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